Cressida. Did not I tell you? Would he were knock'd i' the head!
[Knocking within]Who's that at door? good uncle, go and see.
My lord, come you again into my chamber:
You smile and mock me, as if I meant naughtily.
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Aeneas. My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you,
My matter is so rash: there is at hand
Paris your brother, and Deiphobus,
The Grecian Diomed, and our Antenor
Deliver'd to us; and for him forthwith,
2360Ere the first sacrifice, within this hour,
We must give up to Diomedes' hand
The Lady Cressida.

Cressida. I will not, uncle: I have forgot my father;
I know no touch of consanguinity;
2395No kin no love, no blood, no soul so near me
As the sweet Troilus. O you gods divine!
Make Cressid's name the very crown of falsehood,
If ever she leave Troilus! Time, force, and death,
Do to this body what extremes you can;
2400But the strong base and building of my love
Is as the very centre of the earth,
Drawing all things to it. I'll go in and weep,—